Anyway I followed him into the kitchen and he took the jug off me and put it on the kitchen bench and he got some milk out of the fridge and half-filled the jug. He asked if it was enough and I said that's plenty and told him he was a lifesaver.
That's when things went a little odd. Before I could pick up the jug he said that I was just what he needed right then. He told me it must have been fate that sent me to his door right at that moment because I could now help him.
I said sure, I'd do what I could, and he smiled and said he was pleased to hear it. Then next thing I know he's reached out and undone the bow on my dressing gown belt. The belt dropped away and my dressing gown just naturally opened, showing off my nightie.
I didn't even get a chance to blush before he'd reached down, grabbed the bottom hem of my nightie and lifted it right up. "Hold this," he told me, and like an idiot I did, showing everything I'd got. I mean, I hadn't even got around to putting on panties yet, and when he lifted my nightie like that. . .
"I," he told me, "am hornier that the trumpet section of an orchestra. You've arrived at just the right moment."
Then he pulled the tie on his pyjamas trousers and they dropped down. Trumpet hell. It looked as though he had a fucking bass trombone sticking out.
"Ah, bass trombone?" interjected Suzy.
"Longer and thicker than your normal trombone," muttered Andrea. "Now, as I was saying. . ."
Can you imagine how I felt. My mind still hadn't caught up with what was going on, but suddenly there I was, holding my nightie high so it won't get in his way and this guy and his cock are moving in on me. I tried backing away but there was a table behind me, and then he was right there next to me and his cock was already rubbing between my legs.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I squealed and he just smiled.
"Accepting your kind offer to do what you can," he said, and then I could feel his fingers fiddling between my legs, steering his cock into place.
It felt just as big creeping up inside me as it had looked sticking out in front of him, and it just seemed to keep on coming. How on earth he managed to put it all in is beyond me. My poor passage will take days to shrink back to a proper size.
I was trying to tell him I hadn't agreed to have sex with him but it's rather hard to get your thoughts together when you're being possessed by a maniac with a giant dick.
You want to know why I was so long? It's because he was in no hurry to find relief. To start with he just stood there, holding me skewered. I kept waiting for him to get with the action but he didn't bloody move.
Finally I asked what the hell was he doing?
"I'm giving you a chance to adjust before I really get going, and I'm waiting for you to lift your nightie higher so I can touch your breasts. I like to play with breasts while I'm entertaining a lady."
Would you believe I found that I was still holding my nightie up? And when he said he was waiting for me to lift it I did. I just pulled it up until my boobs were on display, and he smiled and said, "Thanks".
With that his hands landed on my breasts and we started bumping bellies. And, while I hate to have to admit it, it wasn't all one sided. He got to me, and I couldn't have not responded if I'd tried, and I didn't try. His hands were hard and hot on my breasts, his hot breath was on my neck as he kissed my face, and his cock was extra hard and hot inside me, turning my insides to mush.
He didn't start with a slow build-up, either. Once he decided to get moving his cock just pounded me. It would come charging in and then back off, only to come charging in again. I was working my hips overtime trying to keep up with him.
It didn't last all that long, I'm sure of it. He just kept hammering in and I was gasping and squealing and pushing to meet him while his hands continued to maul my breasts and I just seemed to be catching fire and everything all seemed to be happening so fast.
Then he was climaxing, still inside of me, and then I was climaxing and clinging to him. I'm surprised you didn't hear me scream.
By the time I gathered my wits together he'd lowered my nightie again and done up the belt on my dressing gown. He gave me the jug of milk and steered me towards the door. I saw that he was watching when I came in here.
Andrea finally stopped talking while Michelle and Suzy looked at her.
"Oh," said Andrea. "One last thing. He said any of us were welcome to come over and borrow milk anytime. He wouldn't mind."
